More Than Meets the Eye

More Than Meets the Eye
Carla Cassidy

You're the one.Shy, scholarly Dr. Phoebe Jones blushed when sexy private investigator Kevin Cartwright uttered those words. But when the handsome ex-cop explained she was one of four lost siblings he'd been hired to find, she nearly fainted headfirst into his strong, sculpted arms.Yet someone else was also after the beautiful doctor and her heirloom necklace–the key to her mysterious past. Suddenly she and Kevin were posing as lovers as they raced to the ocean to uncover the truth. But Phoebe's passionate response to "make-believe" kisses was anything but pretend…nor was her desire to hear the sworn bachelor say the most magical words of all….

Long ago and far away,

the story goes, there was a world filled with light and laughter and love. But quakes came, shaking the land and hiding it beneath the sea. Slowly the people adapted to their new world—and they thrived. They stayed hidden, but sometimes outsiders spotted them, leading to the legends of the sea.

Yet though the people were peaceful, trouble came about. Should they contact the outer lands? When the last battle began, the king of this land—of Pacifica—sent his four children far away in order to protect them. He didn’t send them alone—they had guardians and talismans for protection.

But the world was harsher than King Okeana expected, and his children were left bereft. The two youngest daughters didn’t remember their homeland, and the oldest daughter and son had memories of anger and loss and pain.

Now, however, it was time for the siblings to be reunited—to come home to reclaim what was lost…if they dared!

More Than Meets the Eye

Carla Cassidy

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

To Carlee,

The newest light in my life. Thank you for being a grandchild whom I can love and spoil and adore—then send home. I love you!

CARLA CASSIDY

is an award-winning author who has written over thirty-five books for Silhouette. In 1995, she won Best Silhouette Romance from Romantic Times for Anything for Danny. In 1998, she also won a Career Achievement Award for Best Innovative Series from Romantic Times.

Carla believes the only thing better than curling up with a good book to read is sitting down at the computer with a good story to write. She’s looking forward to writing many more books and bringing hours of pleasure to readers.

Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Epilogue

Chapter One

A wild-goose chase.

Kevin Cartwright feared that’s exactly what he was indulging in when he entered the automatic doors of the Kansas City Memorial Hospital.

After three years of false leads and dashed hopes, he really didn’t expect this new development to pan out. But the moment he’d seen her on television, he’d known he had to check her out.

“I’m here for an appointment with Dr. Phoebe Jones,” he said to the lobby receptionist.

“Her office is on the fourth floor,” the elderly woman explained. “Take the elevator up then ask at the nurses’ station and they’ll direct you to Dr. Jones’s office.”

A moment later Kevin stood in the elevator and stifled a yawn with the back of his hand. It was only noon, but he’d already been on a plane for five hours. Apparently the good doctor only took appointments during her lunch hour and so he’d had to take a redeye flight to get from Southern California to Kansas City before noon.

He tried to ignore the antiseptic smell that permeated the building, the “hospital” scent evoking in him memories of intense pain and crippling fear.

Don’t think about it, he told himself. Just don’t think about it. There was no way he wanted to fall back into memories of that time so long ago.

He found the nurses’ station on the fourth floor with no problem and was taken to Dr. Jones’s office by one of the nurses.

The office was small, furnished simply with a desk, two chairs, and a wall of bookcases behind the desk. The bookcases held nothing but medical tombs, the desk, a computer, and an appointment book.

There were no personal artifacts, no photos, no vase of flowers…nothing to indicate anything about the woman who belonged to the office.

Even in here, the hospital smell lingered and Kevin felt the unwelcome memories once again trying to intrude. It had been five years ago that he’d last been in a hospital and it vaguely surprised him that the memories were so strong that it felt as if it had only been yesterday.

He consciously shoved them away and focused on the task at hand. She’s got to be the right one, he thought as he sat in the chair opposite the desk.

Adrenaline pumped through him as he anticipated that after three long years, it was possible he’d finally found one of the four people he’d been hired to find.

“Good afternoon.” The soft, feminine voice drifted from the doorway and a second later she stepped into his sight.

“Hello,” he returned, half rising from his seat. His pulse accelerated slightly as he gazed at her.

He told himself it had nothing to do with the fact that she was one sexy-looking woman, but rather because it was possible he was finally going to be successful in partially wrapping up one of his most difficult cases.

Still, she was certainly easy on the eyes.

She waved him back down as she eased into the chair behind her desk. “I’m Dr. Jones and you must be Kevin Cartwright.”

“Yes, that’s right.” He couldn’t see the necklace. Beneath the smock she wore, she had on a green turtleneck that did dazzling things to her green eyes, but hid the necklace that had brought him to her in the first place.

“What can I do for you, Mr. Cartwright?” She opened up an appointment book and stared down. “According to my secretary, you were quite insistent on meeting me today, but you were vague about the purpose for this meeting.”

She tucked a strand of honey-colored hair behind her ear, then looked at him once again. In her eyes he saw a no-nonsense directness. “If you’re from a drug company, I can tell you right now that I don’t do the ordering and so we’d be wasting each other’s time.”